Bunsen I had it in mind to use my last full day in Christchurch for a lengthy walk around the Botanic Gardens, then perhaps a look at their art gallery and museum as time allowed. That suggested a hearty breakfast so I hot-footed along to Bunsen, the cafe in the Arts Centre, which looked to …

Sweet Mother’s Kitchen It was the second anniversary of my mother’s death so a hearty breakfast seemed in order. A brief search of Wellington’s finest spots revealed a place called Sweet Mother’s Kitchen. It felt like the appropriate place. Having said that, my mother was neither sweet not did she have a sweet kitchen. She …

Fidel’s Wellington’s Cuba Street inevitably has the odd place or two that references the island of its name, although the origins apparently are drawn from an early settler ship called the Cuba. One such place is Fidel’s, a diner with various bits of Cuban detailing including a great mural of Castro on the ceiling of …

Room for a Pony On my final morning in Hobart, I was in need of some breakfast and perhaps a light lunch also before heading to the airport and a flight back to Melbourne. Having been lured in by the name, I toddled up the road to Room for a Pony as I’d heard good …

Sweetbrew Having spent little more than 24 hours in the city, it was with a heavy heart that I said goodbye to Launceston. It’s a lovely wee place and crappy hotel aside I had a fantastic time there. Before jumping on the bus to Hobart, I had time for a farewell breakfast at Sweetbrew, a …